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top Written by Richard Cuccaro Her voice comes calling. At times like a wind out of Canada, bearing icy truths, other times, a warm, languid breeze, carrying the promise of desire. A husky alto, with an edge. Down through years… ages… timeless… bearing tales from the deepest parts of the heart. Her entire body forms the sounds filtered though those vocal chords. Every fiber telling the same truths. All the fears, the longings, the hope and the regrets. |
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When I listen to Louise Taylor, she blossoms into an aural version of a cross between
two great American women visual artists-- painter Georgia O'Keefe and photographer
Dorothea Lange. In a perfect world, she would be enshrined along with them in a
pantheon of our nation's greatest treasures. Within the scope of her talent, is the
gift for capturing intimate human portraits, huge vistas, and everything in between.
She gets it all. When, as a 15-year-old, she walked out onto the roadways of this country and stuck out her thumb, she embarked upon a journey that would shape and define her as a master storyteller. Along the way, she would hone her skills as a singer and player of power and grace. |
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The Wanderer... Louise got her first guitar at age 12, given to her by her brother. She says that among the first people she remembers listening to were Van Morrison, Bonnie Raitt, Neil Young and Leon Russell, along with "some R&B stuff." Her first forays into performing involved "street music," where she'd take four to six songs she'd written, find a street corner, and play them over and over. Her distinct rhythmic style was developed on the streets, she says. Struck by wanderlust, she left home at fifteen and hitchhiked and busked her way around the United States. At age twenty, she stayed in Texas for six months, near the Gulf of Mexico, She got a job as a waitress in a cantina and became immersed in the world of the local fishermen. This sojourn is documented in the vivid and moving song, "Blue Northern," from her third album, Ride. More on that, later. She continued hitchhiking around for two more years after that, but stayed closer to her home state of Vermont. |
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Persistent Growth... At the age of twenty-six, she gave birth to her son, Morgan. A single parent, she worked at Marlboro College for eight years as Director of Work Study and Housekeeping. Continuing to write songs, Louise performed in bars, singing country music. During this time, two aspiring songwriters started bringing her songs on tape for her to sing in order to create demos. This led to a trip to Nashville in an attempt to present her skills as an interpreter of country music. That turned out to be a dead end, but Louise's next step would be a giant one. |
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The Voice... Louise had been studying with a widely respected voice teacher, Frank Baker. Though he had lost his voice to a stroke, he continued to teach at Bennington College, 1 1/2 hours from Brattleboro, where she lived. She'd borrow a car and drive the hour-and-a-half for a fifteen minute lesson with him. Using a series of grunts, he'd guide his students through exercises designed to take the color tones of the entire body and generate different tones in the vocal chords. The important step taken by Louise after Nashville involved making a trip to Portugal with Baker to attend a six-week-long intensive vocal seminar. Fifteen students attended. Each student got a private lesson in the morning. At night, everyone sang for the group, which then gave a critique, verbalizing what worked and what didn't. Learning about this experience from Louise helps to explain the magic that occurs when she weaves her way through her song/stories. |
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